tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32885044910831166362024-03-05T02:36:38.239-05:00Egotist Off DutyL.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-2933559788162258272012-07-25T22:45:00.002-04:002012-07-29T18:50:18.571-04:00Unemployment leads to...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1. A lot of nakedness and solidarity<br />
2. Caesars at anytime of the day<br />
3. Lathering your body and face with coconut oil to bring moisture to an otherwise dry existence<br />
3. Losing all creative insight although the available hours to dedicate to the cause are limitless<br />
4. Attempting script writing with a blank page and blank mind<br />
5. Thinking of Berlin as if it were the first and only love of your life<br />
6. Realizing that Berlin might be, in fact, the second and strongest love of your life<br />
7. An unrivaled esoteric sense of self-deprecation<br />
8. Worrying that <strike>these</strike> this preposterous <strike>beliefs will never stop</strike> bubble will never pop<br />
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</div>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-85221049448408535002012-06-30T18:07:00.001-04:002012-06-30T18:16:23.847-04:00Synesthesia<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/5297531?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="600" height="345" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe> <p>syn·es·the·sia syn·aes·the·sia (sĭn'ĭs-thē'zhə)<br /> <br /> n.<br /> <br /> A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color.<br /> <br /> A sensation felt in one part of the body as a result of stimulus applied to another, as in referred pain.<br /> <br /> The description of one kind of sense impression by using words that normally describe another.</p>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-88364377987687954862012-06-11T03:39:00.001-04:002012-06-11T03:41:21.157-04:00What's in your Head?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you don't feel like dancing to this, what else could possibly make you want to dance? So smooth! From the album "The Face" by Disclosure, a brother duo from the UK. Happy <strike>ending</strike>.<br />
xo</div>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-70715200544018329172012-04-14T04:48:00.002-04:002012-04-14T04:53:03.517-04:00The truth: I'm scared of myself.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For the next 10 days, I will be in complete silence; no speaking, reading, writing, listening to music or even making eye contact with others in the Vipassana course. 10 days of 10 hours a day of meditation, just me and my mind. The purpose of this Buddhist meditation is self-observation, mindfulness, and introspection, in hopes of seeing things as they really are and achieving a sense of simplicity. In theory, this is accomplished through cognition of the senses, discrimination of the type of sense, experience of the sensation, and the mind's response to the sensation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My schedule for the next little while looks like this:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>4:30 – 6:30 a.m. </b> Meditate in the hall or in your room</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>6:30 – 8:00 a.m.</b> Breakfast break</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>8:00 – 9:00 a.m. </b> Group meditation in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>9:00 – 11:00 a.m. </b> Meditate in the hall or in your room</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>11:00 – 12 noon </b> Lunch break</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>12:00 – 1:00 p.m. </b> Rest, and interviews with the teacher</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>1:00 – 2:30 p.m. </b> Meditate in the hall or in your room</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>2:30 – 3:30 p.m. </b> Group meditation in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>3:30 – 5:00 p.m. </b> Meditate in the hall or in your room</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>5:00 – 6:00 p.m. </b> Tea break</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>6:00 – 7:00 p.m.</b> Group meditation in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>7:00 – 8:15 p.m.</b> Teacher’s discourse in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>8:15 – 9:00 p.m. </b> Group meditation in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>9:00 – 9:30 p.m.</b> Question time in the hall</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #373737; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>9:30 p.m. </b> Retire to your room; lights out</span> <br />
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1 part pretentious<br />
1 part fragile<br />
1 part selfish<br />
2 parts wise<br />
+ a large pinch of conceit (masking loneliness)L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-51879351968692630842012-01-20T10:31:00.004-05:002012-01-20T11:14:05.432-05:00Bhārata<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Again, I have been neglecting my Ego(tist). However, in emphasizing quality over quantity, I am excited to share an artist named <a href="http://amidang.com/">Ami Dang</a>, who I recently met while travelling in India. I particularly enjoyed track 4, <i>A Strange Community</i>, which fuses tribal sounds, drum beats, vocals and synth. Listen below.<br />
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As for a quick update on my first month of six in India:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">- I have learned that dental floss, coffee, sex (masterbation may satisfice), a nap or aspirin can cure just about anything</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">- one of the great things about India is that your shit doesn't smell like shit, because everything already smells like shit (or cardamon, or sewage, or tar, or burning garbage) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">- I will be heading to <a href="http://sadhanaforest.org/wp/about/">Sadhana Forest</a> in Auroville by the first week of February, and staying there for at least one month (this is cultivating some tremendous excitement for me!) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This country is dynamic and gorgeous, and I cannot wait to encounter more adventures here. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Berlin has been all that I wanted (don't ask me the criterion for this), and more. I won't bother with the details, but the bottom line is that two months in Berlin has taught me how to party more than all of the Burning Man experiences I have had and all the pre/post fiascos that have gone along with them over the last 3 years. Here are some artists I should be seeing soon here:<br />
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Sorry for the lack of updates, albeit, I swear I have a completely benign excuse! I have been travelling a bit to New York City, Portland, The Redwood Forest, Big Sur, San Francisco, L.A. and then to the almighty BLACK ROCK CITY. To finish things off I had an odd 24 hour decompression in Las Vegas before returning safe and sound to Toronto.<br />
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The Playa treated me like a bar of gold<span style="font-size: small;"> this year. Saturn, our reliable vessel, transported some absolutely wonderful companions (some old, some new) and myself on a fabulous journey full of discovery, adventure, challenge and constant soul searching. Special thanks to Alla, Jaca, Treymor, Wolf, Air, Rocky, Lamb Cunt and Rye Toast.</span><br />
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We were here. We were there. We will be again.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-29403964392417640782011-07-27T09:20:00.001-04:002011-07-27T09:21:58.107-04:00Introduction by the Author<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyf0A7hu5jm4A7F2W_Qf9B6uU2MgeQ5To-cJC22w_TRLOPFG1oizLlfHiId162N7mbM9XRFEHvkTzDwBvaGEkWReD2S6mv0CmmQSO5WhFsZ0BfDUiVLitTqzwyhYQUCDq4Nm-J9tjuDUV/s1600/lebowitz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyf0A7hu5jm4A7F2W_Qf9B6uU2MgeQ5To-cJC22w_TRLOPFG1oizLlfHiId162N7mbM9XRFEHvkTzDwBvaGEkWReD2S6mv0CmmQSO5WhFsZ0BfDUiVLitTqzwyhYQUCDq4Nm-J9tjuDUV/s400/lebowitz.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Fran Lebowitz</span></div>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-47511833484337740352011-07-19T10:21:00.000-04:002011-07-19T10:21:34.278-04:00Wander / Wonder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Balam Acab will be releasing his first full-length album August 29 on <a href="http://tri-anglerecords.com/">Tri-Angle</a>. Here is a taste of what's to come:<br />
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Alec Koone, you're the coolest fuckin' 20 year old around.L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-32691788188225845092011-07-06T02:25:00.003-04:002011-07-06T02:28:58.115-04:00Waiting to get lost here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhadf7Qdm4Y6rLgM9bZVCUzv8BWlkiOs545XyDM_RMr47fcrc6h8uP7fr-YKHII4NjV900sG4LeecdWsRM-uNvdMAMuAZHe4NyN8XAKgAZlDMVhqXizJz1f3UeEajDlgrx_00uO00m3nJ/s1600/Matthias+Heiderich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhadf7Qdm4Y6rLgM9bZVCUzv8BWlkiOs545XyDM_RMr47fcrc6h8uP7fr-YKHII4NjV900sG4LeecdWsRM-uNvdMAMuAZHe4NyN8XAKgAZlDMVhqXizJz1f3UeEajDlgrx_00uO00m3nJ/s320/Matthias+Heiderich.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://www.matthias-heiderich.de/photos/">(Matthias Heiderich)</a></div>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-87853159176549695712011-07-05T02:44:00.001-04:002011-07-06T01:35:41.950-04:00This, and nothing elseI have no tattoos, or intention of getting any, but this back piece, with no other tattoos on your body might just be the most appealing I've seen.<br />
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2) Girls wearing tights under shorts. If it's cold enough to wear tights, it's too cold for shorts. This combo looks good on NO ONE. I rocked it once but it was for a Halloween costume. STOP.<br />
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Merci.<br />
ROTOL.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-15199155685847204322011-06-14T22:38:00.000-04:002011-06-14T22:38:37.737-04:00<iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WLrt7-kIgIM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-12310196859447250852011-05-31T02:08:00.003-04:002011-05-31T02:09:40.561-04:00...to pluck the feathers off all the birds<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s2YiUTh9dj4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-52791143110610046672011-05-31T01:57:00.000-04:002011-05-31T01:57:23.673-04:00Paw Pa<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o_wlxqniyuU?rel=0" width="560"></iframe>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-36242149562723451172011-05-30T02:15:00.002-04:002011-05-30T14:26:47.378-04:00Old Habits Die Hard"I am so over this fucking classic idiot bullshit! Every time he touches you in a sex-way, he’s doing it for one reason and you’re doing it for another, which means that he’s not just fucking you; he’s also tearing off a raggedy, bloody corner of your heart/soul/whatever. Does “he’s just not that into you” not translate into whatever anti-logic, non-adult language you speak? Also, when he says, “No, you’re not,” he means, “Seriously, stop fucking me. Immediately.”<br />
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Actually, I know it doesn’t translate. Like you, I have been hypnotized by dudes whose appeal lies mostly (entirely?) in the fact that they do not want a relationship. My twenties were about being unconvinced that nice guys who liked me were owed as much time and attention as the ones who forgot how to call, how to spell my name, and how to proffer as many orgasms as they accepted.<br />
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Here is the problem you actually have: you’re being a shit to yourself—which you already know, but me telling you to locate your self-respect is kind of useless until you grow into it—and you’re being a shit to Girl Nation, which needs you to end the cycle of giving the least-deserving guys all of the pussy. And, yes, you’re also being a shit to the citizens of Bad, User-y Guy Nation who have less and less motivation to stop being emotion-vampires and to date you properly.<br />
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Unfollow, hide and delete him. When you do see him, all he gets from your babe-face is a tight nod. One of two things will happen: he will barely notice, because he doesn’t like you, or his penis will be like “???” and he’ll eventually make some grand gesture, or what passes for a grand gesture in Bad, User-y Guy Nation, like a daytime phone call. Replace him with something else: lez out, find a dorky sweetheart or just get really into some far-from-him hobby, like backcountry camping. <br />
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You will, eventually, stop liking him. Because, eventually, a person who doesn’t like you will become unattractive. And, more importantly, you’ll stop liking the version of yourself who acts like such an embarrassing dummy."<br />
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Thanks, as always, to <a href="http://katecarraway.com/">Ms. Carraway</a> for this heaping slice of truth.L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-61340879358179829332011-05-27T03:06:00.001-04:002011-05-27T03:07:10.066-04:00ChalkThis video is so real; it makes me want to find the beauty and loveliness in the mundane repetitions and habits we take for granted on a regular basis. I live and get glimpses of life through a "Chalk"-like lens periodically, but why can't I constantly embrace and be surrounded by everyday creative energy and clairvoyance? <br />
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<iframe width="300" height="410" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=3354715825/size=grande3/bgcol=000000/linkcol=dc090c/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0"><a href="http://ghostprom.bandcamp.com/album/la-la-tunic">LA LA TUNIC by GHOSTPROM</a></iframe>L.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921202886880470453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288504491083116636.post-427627149672804642011-05-17T23:26:00.001-04:002011-05-17T23:30:16.950-04:00McQueen Spring/Summer 2011FUCK YA.<br />
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